Maybe if I could speak like you Or find the leafy places in my blood like you I hear you and wonder at the earth I hear Ursula and wonder At the Sky But my words stillborn Crumble Before they reach the heart November 19
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Point of Poetry
A useless art
Empty
Overshadowed by fizzing screens
Constant movement
Sole space of silence
Invites you to step inside
Your own head
// Eoten
Spider in the night
Spider on my face
Brings me here
Today I am awake
Now to write again
The silence of her feet
Rebukes my silence
Gentle I am told
No more to hide
No more to wait
Such small things as my words
Are called upon by her
And I don’t understand
That never matters
When they call us we must come
Or wake to find them on us
Every disturbed night
// Eoten